Two minutes later the bell sounded again. Somebody was showing his insistence of a well aware detective.
Michael restrained. The bell resumed nervous barking. After that from behind the door was sounded with someone’s voice: «Mr. Obrezov, please, open the door, I all the same have already seen you inside walking around the room».
«Wow!», surprised Obrezov having done no even tiny act.
«Open!», the low and a little dense voice was sounding hypnotically, «I’m able to come in without anyone’s help but, you understand, the rule of good manners doesn’t allow».
After a little pause the weid man reported more animatedly: «By the way, your mother-in-law is now quite far from here. Nothing prevents you to sip just from the bottle and get high. Drink, Michael Ignat’s, out of terror and doubt and then let me come in. I hope you realize a usual mortal is not able to see you through even two doors».
Latest argument worked. Having open the bottle right in the restroom Obrezov sipped for courage, specially coughed up a few times, and stepped hard into the hallway.
Having open the door of the apartment he saw some banal unknown man in a crumbled raincoat and an old-fashioned hat. What interesting there was, that man had a face like of rather famous actor Basov and in his hands in front of himself he held some box of food processor size.
The man just strangely like using attached lips smiled, and resolutely moved into the room pushing Obrezov with that banal box.
Half a minute later unknown guest put that thing on the table in the drawing-room and just staying in his hat started dropping on Obrezov’s brain.
«At first, mister Obrezov, let me demonstrate you all the opportunities of our converter», began he in quite strict tone like being in lecture.
The timbre of his voice and the manner of speaking really reminded actor Basov’s voice, too, and that fact made Obrezov hesitated. He only frowned and sceptically asked: «What? What have you said? Con…?»
«The converter», repeated the man drily, and raised from the table a lying there list of paper. «Let me ask you what thing you would like to get right at once and likely from nothing. Of course, the thing can be very tiny because the mass of this paper is too little. You better to want something of little weight, for example a morsel of cloth. Do you have any piece of cloth? It’s without difference, it’s suitable anything».
Obrezov had to strain his brain to realize what was happening around him and what the foreign wanted to get from him. Automatically he sipped from his bottle of wine again and having got some calmness asked about a piece of sugar. The guest agreed: «Please, bring sugar here. Or cloth. Or anything else. I don’t have so much time», said he impatiently having stretched his hand toward Obrezov.
His peremptory tone and resemblance of his favorite actor nearly against Obrezov’s will pushed out him to the kitchen. When he had stretched his palm with the tiny piece of sugar on to the strange, the man approvingly nodded. Having made over the combine some gestures he installed the piece of sugar into the little hole that had been open suddenly on front side of the apparatus.
Two seconds later it had become possible to see some a little light point flashing on the case and after that the piece of sugar fell out on the table. The strange installed a list of paper into some slot on another side of the case and after about half a minute from the hole appeared a very tiny piece of lump sugar. It was just an exact copy of the piece brought by Obrezov but its size was noticeably less.
«What is a trick?», asked Obrezov with pompous look. «Is it a sugar mashine?»
«Likely I’ve said it’s a convertor. No tricks. This device has realized the analysis of the sugar piece and then got the same from the paper. That’s all in this trick and no more», drily explained the guest. «Would you like to get just another piece of sugar? Or, perhaps, anything else? Then bring the sample. And actively, please, actively! It’s time, understand?
Being like in fog Obrezov went to the kitchen again, and about a minute later he put on the table in front of the strange a piece of moldy cheese, a long loaf of white bread, an open pack of butter, and the pair of eggs. Then after three seconds of thinking he set next to the magical device the started bottle of tangle-legs.
«Good! It’s a really other matter», the copy of actor Basov joyfully rubbed his hands. «And now pull, please, here all the junk. All that you would like to get rid of. Even the content of your garbage can. And more vividly! Why do you do so slowly?!» the person even shouted to the master of the flat.
Obrezov got an exciting moment. Less than in two minutes next to the table there was grown quite a big his mother-in-law’s heap of rags that long ago was desired to be burned.
